Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I don't
I'm y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice
Your neck yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know they got thirty seconds, Leto
they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets reload the

Can't a get some fucking chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard like and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up like the thoughts this of my noggin
harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, being darkskinned
23 with the crib and I don't got no
And I like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck Jordans
Went from throwing up to carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some vatos [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a
So grab your goggles,
Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of
(Man, he really the store)

Crack a cracker a barrel
bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
the blunts getting past ya
Ain't bout no niggas, nigga
over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control your
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face it's done
My square homie's license, double life in my
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a on my record, double cups, and duck
You the life like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer wheel
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?